A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Han Ze found a light black mask, and carefully helped Fang Muan put it on his face, "Everyone in the house knows what you look like, so it doesn't matter if you don't wear it."

Everyone in the house knows?

The discussion behind it must be indispensable.

Fang Muan trembled, "How long have I been like this?"

Han Ze looked at him and sighed, "Ten years."

Wow!He has been ugly for ten years, and Mr. Han still sticks to him. It seems that it is true love. Facing such a face that frightens Hades away, he can still play with whips and candles. It is quite intoxicating to think about it. of.

The more normal it looks on the surface, the more rotten it is on the inside. People, you really can't just believe what you see with your eyes.

Fang Mu'an felt emotional for a moment, Han Ze didn't dare to open his mouth, and the two of them walked slowly in the yard in silence.

Having not breathed fresh air for more than ten days, it was really refreshing to go out for a walk. After a while, Fang Muan's leisurely stroll was interrupted by his servant.

The servants reported that "there is a guest who wants to see you".

Han Ze impatiently took a look at the name card handed over by the servant, and sighed, "What should I do, I can't see you."

Fang Mu'an leaned his head over to take a look, and the four words "Yuan Hua pay homage" were impressively written on the name card.

"Who is Yuan Hua?"

"Lianghuai salt merchant."

Fang Muan couldn't remember without mentioning the salt merchant. The roster of Lao Shizi that Song Luo told him to steal at the beginning seemed to be the list of officials and salt merchants who colluded with King Ji. "

Wen Xuan made it clear at the beginning that the roster was kept in his mind, and if he wanted to, he would smash his head.

The little tortoise has a crow's mouth, but now it's fine, they arrested him directly, and waited for the auspicious day to knock his head.

Fang Muan was wearing a mask, and Han Ze couldn't see the changes on his face, "Send you back to your room to rest?"

"Don't, you guys talk about your stuff, I'll listen in and promise not to interrupt."

Han Ze frowned, "Your injury is not suitable for sitting for a long time."

Fang Muan sneered, "Sit down soon, if I can't sit still, I'll call you."

Seeing that Fang Muan insisted on this, Han Ze had no choice but to help him sit on the seat in the hall, and asked the servants to welcome the guests up.

Within half a moment, two people came in outside the door, the older one was about 50 years old, and the younger one was only in his twenties.

The young Fang Mu'an knew Yuan Xin, the third son of Yuan who went to the academy to see Song Luo's doctor, and later he also met him once in the Nanfeng Hall.

Yuan Hua only saw Han Ze from afar, and brought Yuan Xin to bow down, "Lord Han."

Han Ze rushed forward to help the two of them up, invited them to sit down and serve tea, and greeted each other as they came and went.

Yuan Hua and Yuan Xin smiled apologetically at Han Ze, but couldn't help looking at Fang Mu'an.

Fang Muan also knew that he was conspicuous. He was wearing a mask, covering his stomach, and was sitting in the main seat. Master Han put him in the hall, but did not introduce his identity to Yuan and his son. Of course, those two people wondered who he was character.

When Yuan Hua saw Han Ze, he would look back at Fang Muan from time to time, and guessed that Fang Muan had some background, he didn't ask his identity, and didn't talk to him, just pretending that he didn't exist, and some chatted with Han Ze for a while. , I took out the silver from my arms and asked for business.

Fang Mu'an vaguely remembered that Yuan Xin was studying in the Imperial College, and Han Ze was in the Imperial College to sacrifice wine, and Master Yuan came to give gifts, probably for the sake of his son's future.

Yuan Hua and Han Ze put the banknotes in one hand and pushed the banknotes in the other. It was very lively for you to fight over each other, but the third son Yuan looked on the sidelines with a disgusted expression.

Fang Mu'an can probably understand that the child's wish is to study medicine, but Lao Tzu insists on forcing him to take up politics. The father's order is hard to bear, but obeying the father's order distorts his own free will, and Yuan Xin is probably also very entangled.

Fang Mu'an watched helplessly as Han Ze stuffed the thick envelope back into Yuan Hua's hands, "I will do my best for Mr. Ling's affairs. Mr. Yuan doesn't have to do this, it's against the rules."

Damn it, the family is going to be in trouble, even the dowry of the ugly wife is pawned, Mr. Han is also pushy about the red envelopes delivered to the door, either for fame or reputation, or too much for principles.

According to Fang Mu'an's previous experience, no matter whether he helps the gift giver or not, the person who does the work has to put the money in his pocket first. Even if the matter fails in the end, is the gift giver still ashamed to ask for the money back?

Fang Muan was thinking about what to do, Han Ze had already ordered his family to see off the guests.

Yuan Huali didn't send it out, so he could only flatter him louder, "I've heard that Mr. Han is as clean as water, so I'll ask you to take care of me."

Fang Mu'an waited for Han Ze to send his guests back, and asked tentatively, "Even if you are really clean and honest, your salary is enough to support a family and live a well-off life. How did you become so poor as a thing?"

Han Ze snorted lightly, shook his head with a smile, helped Fang Muan up without saying a word, and went all the way back to the room, "Go to bed earlier, if you feel better tomorrow, I will arrange for you to see Wenxuan."

Fang Mu'an was so excited that he didn't sleep well all night, but the next day he developed a high fever again and again. He really realized that the incident was about to happen, and his joy gave way to sorrow.

When he finally saw Wen Xuan, another three days had passed.

When Han Ze wrapped Fang Muan tightly and carried him into the Ming Sitian Prison, he blushed quite a bit, but fortunately he was wearing a mask and no one else could see him.

As expected, the Ming Division is a secret service agency directly under His Majesty the Emperor, with huge financial allocations, and an internal prison with many agencies, like an iron bucket.

After Fang Muan entered the door, he just took a quick look at the flowers, and was amazed at Mingsi's interior layout. When he arrived at the prison where Wenxuan was detained, he couldn't close his mouth at all.

This is not to treat Wenxuan as a human being, but to position him as a weapon of mass destruction. The doors and walls of the prison where he is imprisoned are all made of pure steel, and the chains that lock him inside do not cut corners at all.

Wen Xuan's whole body was tied to a cross steel pillar, with his head hanging limply, and people outside could only see the top of his head.

The jailer opened the cell door, and Han Ze put Fang Muan on the ground, helped him into the cell, and moved a chair for him to sit on.

Wen Xuan raised his head slightly when he heard the sound, and burst into laughter on the spot when he saw Fang Mu'an who was wearing a mask and wrapped like a rice dumpling.

A prisoner in such a mess still laughed at him.

Fang Mu'an's seven orifices were full of smoke, and he wanted to take the opportunity to cure the little tortoise who didn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, but seeing his dejected appearance, all fires were extinguished.

Although Wen Xuan was not tortured, his face was haggard and disfigured. The most frightening thing was his lips. Fang Mu'an never knew that a person's lips could be so dry and chapped.

"Is he out of water?"

Han Ze sneered, "Being aware of the practice of interrogating prisoners, first starve for a month."

Shrimp?

It has been about [-] days since Wenxuan was arrested, and Han Ze didn't feed him a sip of water or a grain of rice. He was not afraid that Mr. Wen would starve to death before he was tried.

No wonder Wenxuan looked seriously dehydrated. His once juicy little face like a red apple was now weathered, with all its luster gone. With a layer of stubble embellished, there was still a little bit of handsome temperament.

Fang Muan coughed softly, "Give me a glass of water."

Han Ze frowned, "Salt water?"

"What kind of salt water, water for drinking? If he's thirsty to death, he can't ask anything. If he's been thirsty these days, at least give him a sip of water to save his life."

Wen Xuan has been looking at Fang Mu'an with a smile since he entered the door, and it seems that he has given him a lot of attention.

Will this bastard guess who he is again?

No, he was directly arrested from the execution ground and taken to the sky prison. How could he have time to watch the new news on his travel guide.

Or maybe, Wenxuan wanted to seduce Fang Ziqian and find a way out?

Fang Muan shook his head violently a few times to get these messy thoughts out of his head, Han Ze handed him the poured water, and asked again as if confirming, "He has been suffering for 20 days, it is a good time to start the trial with torture. , you just feed him water..."

Fang Muan also knew that his behavior was too abnormal in Han Ze's eyes, but he couldn't find any reason to be perfunctory at the moment, so he could only take the water pretending to be safe, walked slowly to Wenxuan, and brought the water to his mouth to feed he.

Wen Xuan took a deep breath, bit the cup, his eyes were shining, he stared straight at Fang Mu'an, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp as he raised his hand.

Fang Mu'an's hands and feet were numb from Wenxuan's hooligan eyes. This bastard is so depressed that he still wants to hook up with someone.

Wen Xuan drank the water in the glass, watched Fang Muan slow down and licked his lips around.

The teasing meaning in the little gesture is so obvious, Fang Muan is a fool, and he also feels that something is wrong.If it is said that Wenxuan's flirting is due to his superstitious intentions, this action of licking his lips and sticking out his tongue is definitely not his hallucination.

"My lord, is it convenient for you all to go out, let me ask him a few words alone?"

Han Ze hesitated a little, his face was dark and unclear, "I'll stay with you."

"I have something to say to him alone, it's inconvenient if you're here."

When Fang Mu'an said this, he hit it by mistake, but he hit his target and successfully swayed Han Ze.

Lord Han walked up to Fang Mu'an and patted him on the shoulder, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't get angry because of the past, he is in our hands now, and the future will last forever. If you feel uncomfortable, call me anytime, I'm right outside the door."

Fang Mu'an was sweating coldly, and thought to himself, what can you do right outside the door, I have to get out of the way to recognize him.

"We don't want people to hear us talking, can you go farther when you go out?"

Han Ze had a painful expression on his face, "I can't do it either? I don't want to be too far away from you."

"There are some things I especially don't want you to hear...Your Excellency, just think of me and walk away."